"Ugh…I can't do this!" Jenna sighed, self consciously pulling a loose curl from behind her ear. She looked down at herself and bit her bottom lip. Elena came up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Aunt Jenna, come on! You're already in the dress; you might as well go on with it," Elena looked at the reflection in the long mirror that stood in front of them and smiled. "And besides, you look absolutely gorgeous. Mr. Saltzman has no idea how lucky he is."

Jenna lifted an eyebrow at Elena's reflection before moving her attention to her own. The black, halter dress flowed down to the floor, its fine silk shimmering with the slightest of movements, like stars glittering against the blackest of night skies. It fit her perfectly, despite the fact that it was blindly chosen by Alaric's sister. Her neck was adorned with a beautiful teardrop necklace with matching earrings. They had been a gift from Alaric's family as well.

The fact that his family showered Jenna with such high class gifts made her feel nervous as to what they expected of her. This wasn't her, the woman that stared back at her with elegance and grace. Jenna might have gotten a hang of the full taking-care-of-high-school-kids thing, but proper etiquette was definitely not her forte.

Elena watched as Jenna pulled her curls back into a high ponytail, leaving a few locks astray. "Alaric's not the problem," Jenna said as she started applying her make-up. "It's his family I'm worried about."

Elena moved beside her and smiled at Jenna's reflection. "What happed to the carefree, cool aunt that I know and love?" Jenna shrugged as Elena took the make-up brush, which her aunt had been absently dabbing into her eye shadow, and turned her so they were seeing eye-to-eye. "You'll do fine."

Elena examined Jenna. "I mean…they were nice enough to give you a dress! That should count as something."

"Sure it does," Jenna turned back to the mirror. "They obviously want Alaric to be with a woman who looks good in black." She didn't bother disguising her sarcastic tone.

Jenna looked into the mirror one last time then went for her purse. "Now, do I or do I not fit that criteria?" She made a point of posing.

Elena nodded. "Oh, definitely! You could totally pass for the hot, sexy, young mistress." Jenna pouted her lips mockingly and they both burst into laughter. "But…" Elena said once their laughter decreased to girlish giggles. "I'm pretty sure you could also pass for a sophisticated woman. It all depends on your attitude."

"Personally, I would prefer the sexy mistress…"

Elena rolled her eyes as the older Salvatore brother entered the room with Stefan and Alaric at his side. Jenna, who was standing at the edge of her dresser, tried to hide the fact that she was blushing and looked at the door.

Damon was leaning against the doorframe, smirking. Stefan stood in front of him, gazing at Elena. Beside him stood Alaric, in a suit much like the one he wore on the day of Miss Mystic. He smiled at her aunt while making his way to the dresser.

As Alaric put his arms around Jenna and bent his head to kiss her, Elena couldn't help but smile, too. She felt happy for her aunt; Logan hadn't the best guy for her.

On the other hand Elena had started wondering if Alaric would stay true to Jenna. Damon put it in her head the night before that there was a chance that Alaric's old feelings for Isobel could resurface. She had had a thought or two before about the possibility, but when it's actually said aloud it seems to have more of a chance of happening.

Elena trusted Alaric so far, there wasn't a doubt, and wasn't about to say anything, but she couldn't ignore the fact that Isobel might come back. Of course she wouldn't have been worrying at all if she hadn't been given a heads up from Damon. Then again a heads up from him wasn't always the best.

"Hmmm…what is troubling you? It wouldn't have to do with last night would it? It was just amazing…" Elena shook her head in disgust before jabbing an elbow into his stomach and Stefan gave Damon a deadly look. He might have thought it was amazing, but Elena and Stefan both knew that the dinner had been more of a disaster.

Jenna looked over at Damon. Alaric, still holding her, felt the tension, so he made a point of getting things straight. "The kids all had dinner at the Salvatore's in honour of…well I have no idea, but no doubt he's referring to that," he whispered into Jenna's ear. That was all it took for Jenna to understand. She knew how the older Salvatore brother liked his inappropriate comments.

Damon smiled at both Jenna and Elena's reaction. It was just too hilarious how Jenna got so tensed whenever he said something that wasn't in par with being just a friend to Elena. He really had no idea what it was that bugged Jenna. Maybe she just couldn't take a joke.

Jenna looked at the clock on the dresser. They were going to be late if they don't leave soon. "Rick, I think it's time we left. But who's going to…" She looked at the mess on her dresser and bed.

"I'll do it, Aunt Jenna. You guys don't want to be late." Elena smiled and pulled the two of them to the door. Jenna gave her a look and Alaric raised his eyebrows at her. "Don't worry! I won't be having any high school parties and trashing the house, trust me. And I won't let Jeremy do that either. So you can have a worry-free three days, 'kay?"

Jenna looked at her for a few more moments before giving in. "Alright! I still expect you to answer my calls," She lowered her voice a little. "And don't bring the Salvatore brothers here for a full three days either. Try having a girl's night with Bonnie and Caroline, okay? You've been hanging with the Salvatore's all the time. They must miss you."

Elena smiled at her aunt. "Got it," She looked at Alaric meaningfully. "Now I think it's time you go, so I can clean up this mess." Jenna thought she was talking about the mess on the bed; Alaric knew she was talking about the mess called the Salvatore brothers.

So before he went down the stairs toward the door where Jenna now waited, he gave Elena a 'good luck'. Elena gave him a half smile and watched as he made his way down the steps. She heard their private chatter fade than stop suddenly as the door clicked closed and it was just her and the Salvatore's.